By Stephanie Bartos
"I spy
In my mind’s eye
A girl who used to be me
She smiles and shines
Golden like summertime
Untouched by a grim reality
Alone at night
She was free from the fright
Of your lingering calculated stare
Your intentions never shown
God, how could she have known
About the evening that you had planned
Headlights in the rain
You calling her names
“Stupid”, “trash”, & “sexy”
But the worst indeed
Is how you chose not to see
The pain oozing from her eyes
When you held down her hands
And took off her pants
She was frigid and had no escape
She stared at the ceiling
And her mind kept reeling
Thinking: “Is this what it’s like to be raped” "
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